There is something quietly pleasing about being paid whilst the sun gently warms your bones.
I always liked the idea of sitting on a dock selling boat tours or showing properties in the Caribbean or St Moritz.
The positive benefits of vitamin d have long been known to improve the general state of mind and help with well being. Many of the resorts that sprung up in the 19th century arose because of the horrendously smoggy conditions in the cities, with constant smoke blocking the sun and bringing the attendant gloom of fog.
The lure of the heat and sunshine is constant in the minds of those of us who inhabit the often cloudy Northern hemisphere. Those who win big or obtain wealth generally migrate south or at least add a second home somewhere warm.
Richard Branson has often attributed his ability to maintain balance in his hectic world business empire to the island he purchased early in life. Just being away from the chaos of city life somewhere quiet, warm and secluded is something that we would all love to have at our disposal.
Growing up in the eighties I loved watching Magnum P.I. Miami vice and Bay watch, the outdoor sunshine lifestyle was something that I aspired to. The chances of ever achieving anything even close to the vicinity was never going to be on my radar but it was a nice dream.
Last week I was on one of my paid breaks from work, we get a generous 8 weeks of paid leave throughout the year and it is very satisfying to be at home on full pay. Having the freedom to do what you please and be wherever you desire while still having money deposited into your account is one of lifes pleasures.
I like everything about hot weather, I love the freedom of going out without piles of clothing, I love the relaxation that comes to me when my body isn’t tense with the cold. I love even the smell of my skin as the sun transforms the microbiological oils into vitamin d on the surface of my arms.
I remember the 98% humidity of the Caribbean and how just walking brought sweat to your skin, how you could be drenched by a downpour one minute and dried off with the heat ten minutes later. The way that the water was so warm that you could just slip into the water without even the slightest bit of discomfort.
So when today, as the sun traced it’s way westward over the afternoon and picked it’s way towards the large open door of our building, it was with no little delight that I was able to spend my last 90 minutes of work bathed in warm sunshine.
Just ten days ago we had snow. This week we have cloudless warmth.
I love just how quickly everything that only days ago was little and cowering in the pots around our garden has suddenly shot skyward with great aplomb.
The blackbird serenading me now seems to agree, this is a good time of year. Hope is returning in more ways than one and there is once more the promise of a better day.